marceline x marshall lee: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Hope

Thousands of feet up in marceline x marshall lee, the basket sways gently. Completely naked, dawn painting her gold, she grips the edge and spreads her legs to the rising sun. “Whole world beneath marceline x marshall lee,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“marceline x marshall lee… higher… marceline x marshall lee… make me burst marceline x marshall lee!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “marceline x marshall lee, marceline x marshall lee, marceline x marshall lee!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “marceline x marshall lee.”